Given we must live by starlight
We should expect our sun is yellow,
And liquid water must be flowing
On the surface of our planet.
Given that the earth must rotate
The sun is low on the horizon
And the light is soft and golden.
The way she sits beside the river
Reminds him of a pose in painting,
But she only sits that way because
It is the more comfortable position.
The golden evening mystifies
The shadowed landscape of her face,
But it is that play of light and shade
That conjures moods of mystery.
She stares into the creek, but it is not
The subject of her contemplation,
And the thoughts that have becalmed her
Are such to be expected
Of a lovelorn teenage girl,
Just as it is to be expected
That our chemistry is based on carbon
And that water is our solvent.
All we see is to be expected
Given the initial conditions.